The Aftermath

The dilapidated home of my heart,
Overgrown with ivy, nature, loss.
The death, love- I think I've fallen apart.
My perception of reality is false.

The dust of broken hope settles in my stomach.
The empty numbness makes home in my brain.
I'm alive, full of rage, and I wish I loved it,
But I live in the dark, feeling drained.

Always teetering on the edge,
Misunderstanding the reality of my emotions.
I thought I couldn't go lower, but my toes are over the ledge.
I'm not sure I like what I've set in motion.

I don't feel I belong, I'm no longer my own God.
I have no control, why don't I just let go?
I don't trust my own judgment, I feel odd.
I feel unstable, I'm at an all new low

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